Wonderland

Maddi's P.O.V.
NIGHT BEFORE THE DANCE
"What?!" I screamed at my sister.

"You didn't let me finish!" she whined back. I shook with anger at the proposition.
"I don't need to hear you finish! No!" I yelled back, "I forbid t!" She laughed, tossing her head. Her hair was pulled up into a knot tied by her own hair. When she tossed her head back, she smiled, and her hair fell, bouncing playfully on her shoulders and framing her pale face. She looked back at me and smirked.
"You forbid it? Uh, since when are you my dad, telling me I can't do this or that and knowing full well that it's not gonna stop me? Since when are you the boss of me? Since when are you the big sister? Uh, news flash: that's my job. I boss you around, not vice versa! And, would you just listen?" She sounded annoyed and frustrated at my opposition to the idea.
"What possible reason do you have for going out with Oscar? You hate him! You've told me that you want to rip his balls off and feed them to him like grapes!" I said exasperatedly.
"Exactly!" I looked at my sister for a long moment, figurative crickets chirping, waiting for her to explain herself.
"I still do not see your point, Kitty Charlotte Cheshire Cat." She sighed and stood up.
'Whiteboard,' she thought. She only went in my head when she thought words weren't enough. It taxed her greatly and caused massive headaches to use that power. Cheshire said it had caused him such pain, too, when he first started dabbling in mind control. Kitty was adverse to the idea. She didn't want to be a puppet-master.
"...........................fine," I said aloud and went to my bed, pulling out the large whiteboard I stored beneath it. I snapped my fingers, and three markers appeared in my hand: one red, one green, one blue.
'Hover,' she thought, and I raised my hand slowly. The board hovered in the air, bobbing up and down slowly. She took the markers and pulled the board to face my bed. I sat on the bed and watched her work. She drew and scribbled and erased until there was a mess on the board. She capped the pens and looked at me with a slight huff of pride. I looked at the board for a while.
"What am I looking at?" I asked. She groaned and exaggerated her disappointment. She grabbed me by the shoulders and gripped hard. I felt the pressure and a twinge of pain, before my brain heated up and exploded. Or at least, that's what it felt like. Kitty let go after a few seconds and fell to the floor. She sat there, but then lied down on her back, breathing deeply.
"That's what I mean..." she said, breathing her words. I held my head and winced, feeling a like someone had put a needle straight through my brain but only for a second.
"Oh...okay. That...makes sense. Do you really...think...it'll work?" I asked, still a little dizzy from the connection.
"Pretty sure," she breathed. And so that put an end to our little argument.

Quincy's P.O.V.

MORNING OF THE DANCE

"Mother, I do not understand your grievance with the very notion of me attending this soiree. It is a school function; therefore, I will be safe. There are no bounty-hunters after my head here. Pardon my tone, but you need to stop overreacting!" I shouted at my mother that morning. She had forbade me from going to the Halloween Dance that night, but I wasn't having it.

"You are a prince, Quincy! A prince doesn't surround himself with lesser peasants! And, I know you will be attending with that cat girl! You know of my distaste for her unladylike manner, my boy!" she rebuked. I rolled my eyes. She still had not let go of my affinity for Kitty, and, quite frankly, it made me very upset!

"She is not to be my date, Mother!" I shouted, frustrated, "She rejected my request! She hates me, because of you! Why would she even think of having me as her date?!" My mother recoiled, her face cinching at my tone.

"How dare you raise your tone and accuse me of something like that! I am your mother! I am your Queen! I --"

"YOU'RE NOT!!" I screamed, knowing very well all the others could hear our shouts. She flinched, holding in on herself like she might break.

"Quincy..." she stated, low and scared. I could feel my face redden and heat with anger. "Quincy... Your eyes..." I scrunched my face, frustrated and confused. I hurried to the bathroom connected to my mother's and my room. I faced the mirror, glaring. I stepped back from what I saw. My eyes were glowing, hot and red. Panicked, I whipped my head to my mother. She stood in the doorway, hands clutched together.

"Mother..." I whispered, more a question than anything else. With that, she stepped aside and pointed to the door.

"If you are to show such ... heathen-like and beastly actions ... I cannot bear to look at you. Until you can behave like a human -- like a prince -- I want you out of my sight! Now, go. Leave! Now!" She didn't even look at me. She just pointed to the door Alice had painted red.

"Mom..." I said, tears filling my blood red and glowing eyes, "Please..." I begged her to tell me why. All she said was "leave".

Finally, head down-casted, I left the room. I ran down the stairs, still feeling my eyes shimmer. I ran past the kitchen, Kitty and all the others shouting after me. I ran into the woods, to the Well.

I fell to the ground, gripping my head, knowing what the glowing meant. I screamed into the early morning air. I pulled in on myself, feeling as though I was being torn apart. I heard footsteps behind me. I peeked over my shoulder, seeing a purple and pink tail swishing behind a walking figure.

"Don't come any closer..." I mumbled into the autumn fog. The footsteps stopped. I felt fingers tickling my mind, trying to pry away the bars I had built.

Please... a voice whispered, quiet and far away, almost as if they were breathing the word. Please, let me see... I sighed, tears slipping from my demonic eyes. I opened the door I had squeezed shut in my mind. I felt the fingers take hold, feeling for reason, for why. Feeling for truth.

Once the fingers had found what they searched for, they retracted, as if they were afraid of what they found. They receded, leaving nothing behind but regret.

"You see why I didn't want you to see, Kit...?" I asked the cat behind me. I heard quiet sobs, muffled by an attempt to be apathetic.

"Q, I am so sorry..." she tried, stepping closer. I stood, head pounding and heart throbbing.

"The eyes of the Jabberwocky..." I scoffed, almost laughed in contempt, "The eyes of the thing that killed so many of my people... Including my own father... Of course, I would be the one... The one destined to doom his people, his friends, his home, his family... His life..."

Two arms embraced me, squeezing me tight. A head rested against my shoulder blades. Tears wet my back. And, a dagger went straight through my heart.

"You are not destined to doom anyone! You write your own story, your own future! Some stupid curse has no right to your choices, to you! I know you, Quincy, and I know who you'll become! You will not be like him! You will not be like your brother!"